It's calling me again… T aunting me... Memories of the heady feel of it between my finders... B urning embers… Sending tendrils of ethereal pleasure wafting to the heavens... I t's louder now... I press my hot face to cool, smooth glass... S weet...dripping... Just out of reach... I want it... Can almost taste it... Oh! Warm and sticky… I feel my tongue slide along the edges... Catching every drop… Stolen kisses...rawest honey… Break the rules...take a chance... If no one sees, does it count...did it happen...?? Roll the dice...spin the wheel… Maybe this time I'll get lucky… Maybe... just this once can I be weak? Oh! Lead me not to pools of warm, swirling chocolate... Teasing me with its sinful goodness... Muscles ripple under ebony skin stretched taut... The siren's song is so high...so shrill... M y lips burn as they beg for a taste... Oh! Thy will be...
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